I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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Paul started struggling against him. "Let go. Let me go."
"No way. Come on. Come talk to me. We will be gentlemen and discuss this."
"No thanks. I would much rather be that 5 year old ye mentioned twenty times."
"No. Yer not getting away this time." John said calmly. Then, he pulled out the pocket knife again and showed it to Paul. "Now I have access to that hair."
"NO! Keep that away from me!" Paul said, struggling against John's grip.
"Come on John. Dont mess with his hair. Ye'll ruin his image."
John looked over at George, who was now awake and spoke. "Alright. How about a little more permanent." He moved the knife to his face.
"Not his face either." Ringo said.
"No? How about here." He moved the knife to his neck.
"Nope. Not there either."
He then moved the knife to Paul's arm.
"No knives. Put that away."
"How about I cut his fingers off one by one."
"NO!" Paul shouted.
"YES!"
"John, he needs his hands to play bass."
"How about his toes. Cut them off one by one." John said.
"NO!"
"He needs those for walking genius."
"How about his eyes?" He said moving the blade to Paul's left eye. When he looked at Paul, his eyes were wide. "Scared Macca?"
"Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me."
"Stop. Saying. That." John said, once again, being calm.
"Please John. How about instead of killing me, you do the same thing to me."
"I'm not 5. I'm 23. Haven't been five since '45. But, to me, yer just a kid. Yer two years younger than I am."
"Less than two years. Remember, yer an October child and I'm June."
"So what? What's that got to do with anything?"
"Nothing. Just 1 year, 8 months, and 9 days."
"Doing math now?"
"Yeh. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Remember, I still got a hold on yer arm not to mention I still got my knife in me hand. Don't tempt me."
"Don't do it Lenny. Ye'll end up in jail."
"Yeh, that's where I'd be if I wasn't a beatle."
"I know. And by the looks of things, ye'll be headed down there soon enough."
"Yeh I knew I'd end up there sooner or later. Maybe I should go ahead and kill ye."
"No. Don't. Imagine what me dad would do to ye."
"Nothing. I'd kill him too."
"But he didnt even do anything!"
"Okay fine. I'll leave him alive. I'll make him suffer by killing his son."
Okay so, I have a huge decision I need to make. I need to get on disability and in order to do that, I need to get my work hours cut. Today, I tried to change my availability. After turning in the paper, I was called back into the office and was given two options: 1-change what I had written on the paper or 2-put in my two week notice. I dont want to leave and I cant change what I had written down because I need those hours cut. 😢😢
If you haven'talready realized, I've been going through alot for the last few days and it's beenhaving an effect on me. I've been under quite a bit of stress as well so the writer to these books hasnt been doing well lately. Forgive me.
